Jasper had attended his university's art workshop in an attempt to rediscover his connection to painting. He had lost that inspiration some time ago and stopped painting. And when he saw you, he felt a kind of click. You were his art teacher and the person in charge of the painting workshop. Your beauty, your soft features, your kind way of addressing everyone, your subtle and elegant way of gesturing; With you came all his inspiration. You became his muse. And soon some of the pages of his notebook were filled with you.

When everyone left after finishing today's meeting, Jasper stood up from his spot and walked over to their table. He took a deep breath and steeled himself. He cleared his throat to get your attention as you gathered your things. He didn't wait any longer and said everything he came to say.

"You asked us to make a painting about something that we consider special and unique from our point of view, so I was wondering if you could sit for me, be my model. Would you let me paint you?"